Fun in the Daytime



Chapter two: Warming up

Panic and lust and something else he couldn’t or wouldn’t name fought inside him. But it
was too much. Spike couldn’t resist that need in his watcher’s eyes and the desire inside himself.
And damn him if he didn’t want this. //I’d kill again just to feel him from the inside.// “Try anything
once, right, Watcher?”

Rupert leaned closer, smiling, sending heat through Spike with both the sex in the smile and
the warmth of his skin. //Yes, my watcher wants me, he wants this.// “You mean I can tie you up
someday.” Completely on its own, Spike’s body trembled from head to toe, his eyes falling shut
and his hands clenching on Rupert’s hip. //That’s my kinky watcher, that’s my Ripper.//

“I’ll even bring the handcuffs, Watcher. But not today.” Still nervous, still unsure, he
stroked just the tips of his fingers down over the small entrance, and felt every cell in his human’s
body shake with pleasure, that throat making a delightful little gasp as well. //Bloody hell, yes, we
can do this.// “Right now I’ve got other plans for you.” Rupert moved against him breathlessly,
pressing harder against the fingers on his ass. Begging so beautifully.

“Spike, please.” Hot lips attacked his own and Spike got lost in the heat surrounding his
tongue... just like this man’s heat was going to surround another part of him.

Pulling back weakly before he lost control right there on the bedroom floor, he smiled into
those hot eyes. “Come on, my Watcher, let’s get you ready.” ‘Cause if he was doing this at all, it
was going to be in a bed. His Rupert was going to be as comfortable as... well... humanly possible
for their first time like this. Slowly standing, Spike reached down to his watcher, the skin of his
palm thrilling at the heat of that hand taking his with no hesitation. The trust this man had in him...
terrified him more. What if he lost control? What if he hurt Rupert and destroyed that trust? What
if... //No, we can. Together we can do anything.// Stepping closer, Spike wrapped both arms
around the watcher and buried his face against the rapid pulse in that throat, just breathing. Warm
hands pulled him closer, and suddenly just breathing wasn’t as calming as it had been. Rupert was
touching him. “Bed, my watcher, now,”

Watching Rupert crawl onto the bed stark naked was certainly a sight he’d never get bored
of, but right now, it also reminded Spike of the jeans only half off his own legs. Those eyes burned
his skin as he kicked out of the pants and walked towards the bed. Damn his human wanted him.
//And he’s gonna get me... however he wants me// “Rupert.” Sliding onto the edge of the mattress,
Spike followed the itching nerves in his hands towards the heat they craved. “Come here,”

Rupert nearly climbed up Spike’s body to get to his lips, and Spike couldn’t help but groan
low in his throat and bury himself against that warm body. “Spike,” The harsh sigh was breathed
against his lips barely an instant before that mouth ravaged his own. Bloody hell, his Rupert could
almost kiss him to climax, it felt so good. And those warm hands leading his back down around the
line of those hips. “What are you waiting for, luv? Please.” //Dear lord, my Rupert.// The body
pressed against his shivered and trembled as Spike’s fingers moved on their own to stroke over
that entrance. “Please, Spike, I want you here.” His own body couldn’t help but tremble in
response to the low, rough tone of his watcher’s voice.

“You’ll get me, Rupert, but not like this.” Pulling away from the heat he craved, Spike
reached for the drawer at the side of the bed. Retrieving the bottle of lube, he turned back just in
time to lose his breath at the sight of Rupert Giles on all fours in the middle of the mattress. The
line of that back, the muscles moving under that deliciously hot skin, the heat in those eyes as they
looked at him over a lean shoulder... God his human was unbelievable. “On your back...” Spike
heard himself blurt out the request and almost took it back. Until he saw the look on his watcher’s
face, perfect trust and acceptance. //This man...// “I... I need to see your face, Rupert. I’ve got to
see you.” Another shiver raced over the lines of that body before his watcher slowly moved to lay
down on his back without ever losing eye contact. //God... Rupert...//

***

“You’ll get me, Rupert, but not like this.” Spike left his arms and Rupert quickly rolled to
his hands and knees, anxious to finally get his vampire where he needed him. The sheets were soft
under his palms as he waited impatiently for Spike to get back with the slick. Turning his head,
Rupert met those burning blue eyes and lost the ability to breathe. //Dear bloody lord, how he
wants me.// “On your back...” His eyes almost closed on their own, just imagining being face to
face with his vampire as every inch of that pale hardness pressed inside his body. “I... I need to
see your face, Rupert. I’ve got to see you.” Those eyes burning into his with every deep thrust.
//Breathe, Rupert, breathe and move.// His knees nearly giving out, Rupert shivered and moved to
his back without once letting their eyes move away from each other.

“Come... come here, Spike.” He heard the rasp and hesitation in his own voice as clearly
as he could read the same in his vampire’s eyes. Rupert loved that Spike could trust him enough to
show that vulnerability to him. “Come here, my vampire, my Spike. It’s time.” His vampire
climbed onto the bed and moved carefully into his open arms, pressing close along every inch of
his skin. //So good, feels so... so good.// “Kiss me.”

“Gladly, always, Rupert.” Those pale lips touched his softly as one hand cupped the side
of his face. Spike’s kisses always made Rupert feel... treasured, adored, wanted. And now was no
exception as those lips moved ever so gently over his own. Sliding his own hands down the body
against his, Rupert groaned at the urgent press of Spike’s erection against his own, helplessly
arching upwards to feel more.

“Spike,” He needed more, now. Biting his lips, Rupert opened and raised his knees,
weakly holding back a groan at the feel of Spike between his legs. “I need you, please. Inside.” He
reached for the lube with trembling hands, opening the package and taking Spike’s hand between
his own. “I need to feel you,” Spike panted harshly as Rupert slicked his fingers and guided his
hand down between their bodies. “Please,”

“God, Rupert,” Another sweet kiss melted every muscle in his body before Rupert felt one
finger press carefully inside him. //Finally, yes.// Spike’s breathless gasp matched his own as
Rupert helplessly arched into the hesitant touch of that hand. “You’re... so warm.”

“Spike, more,” Forcing his eyes open, he met the heated gaze locked onto his face. //So
gentle, so careful. My loving Spike.// “Deeper,” The muscles in his legs trembled as Spike
obeyed, the very tip of his finger brushing over... //Dear lord,// ...the little spot inside him
that...//god, yes,//... “Spike,” Clenching his hands on Spike’s shoulders, Rupert lost his ability to
think, arching mindless into the hand so expertly playing his nerves. “Please, more, another....”

“Rupert,” Those lips claimed his as a second and a third finger carefully stroked and
stretched him. And it still wasn’t enough. Spike trembling above him, fingers pressed deep inside,
and Rupert still needed more.

“Now, Spike, I want you. Please, now.” He reached slick hands between their bodies and
wrapped this fingers around the hard length of Spike, rubbing the lube into cool skin. “Now,
please...”

Blue eyes burned into his as Spike pulled his knees up higher and hesitated with his shaft
poised at the entrance to Rupert’s body. “Rupert,” He’d never in his life heard so much emotion
put into the syllables of his name as Spike leaned down for a soft, chaste kiss. That was his tender,
gentle vampire. Cool lips left his and blue eyes watched his face carefully as those hips made the
first shallow thrust. //Bloody amazing... yes...// It was exactly like he’d imagined it would be...
only better. The slow cool press of Spike inside him set all his nerves on fire and trapped his
breath in his lungs, making his body arch inside the circle of Spike’s arms. //More... please...//
“Rupert? You all right?” The concern on that pale face was beyond precious. And Rupert couldn’t
help but fight for the breath to reassure his vampire.

“Spike, I’m... god, you feel good... I’m fine. Please, more. I need more of you.” Rupert raised a
hand to twine his fingers through Spike’s hair, one heel pressing hard against the small of his
vampire’s back to pull him deeper. “Spike, please.”

“Bloody hell, my Watcher,” Spike pressed an urgent kiss to his lips and began to move inside him,
forcing all the air from his lungs. “So good, so damn bloody warm.” It was everything. It was
perfect. It was Spike pressed so deep and so carefully inside him. That pale body trembled against
his own, reveling in the heat of his skin. //God, I love warming you up.//

***

“Rupert,” Spike could hear himself groaning before he tried to hide the sound in kissing those
beautiful, talented lips. But really, he finally had the delicious heat of his watcher’s body wrapped
around three of his fingers. Every inch of his skin was intensely jealous of those fingers. Spike
was proud of himself for keeping any measure of control facing that heat.

“Now, Spike, I want you. Please, now.” Another line of self-restraint crumbled at the stroke of hot,
slick hands over his shaft, the part of him that was the most eager for the heat surrounding his
fingers. “Now, please...” God, his watcher’s voice begging for him like that... //Anything, Rupert.
Anything for you, for this.//

Spike helplessly watched those eyes as he helped position Rupert better, touching the tip of his
length to the small entrance of his watcher’s body. It was real, and really going to happen. Part of
his brain still wouldn’t believe it. “Rupert,” Those lips called to him, and he answered with a soft,
cautious kiss. The trust his man had in him... was terrifying and precious. Pulling back from the
kiss, Spike locked his eyes to the sweet lines of that face. He had to see, he had to be careful with
this man. //Carefully, mate, slowly...bloody, fucking amazing.// The heat... the heat was burning
him alive and it was... heaven. Rupert’s body arching against his own, the heat pulsing around him,
the breathless gasp on those beautiful lips. “Rupert? You all right?” //Please, please say yes.// It
was hell, waiting for those eyes to open so he could see. Waiting for the permission to move, to
feel more of this heat. But wait he would. Even if it killed him.

Those eyes opened and those lips opened to speak. “Spike, I’m... god, you feel good... I’m fine.
Please, more. I need more of you.” //Yes, my watcher, I need it too.// One of those hands tangled
in his hair as those legs pulled him closer with a heel at the small of his back, pressing him even
deeper into that amazing heat. “Spike, please.”

//My watcher, my god, you’re amazing.// “Bloody hell, my Watcher,” Pressing those gorgeous lips
under his own, Spike moved, loving the heat and friction of finally, finally being inside Rupert.
Moving again, he watched Rupert’s body react with the most beautiful arch of his back and neck.
“So good, so damn bloody warm.” It was lucky that he didn’t need to breathe, because the heat of
Rupert holding him so deep and so tight... made his entire body forget any act other than this.
Forget everything except each smooth press and slow withdrawl, the burning heat of his watcher
surrounding him, the breathless response of the warm body he would never, never get enough of.
“God, Rupert,” Leaning down for a deep, urgent kiss, Spike shifted his hips, searching for the
magic spot inside Rupert. Wanting that desperate pleasure for both of them. “Breathe, Rupert, you
have to breathe for me.” Warm fingers tightened around the back of his neck and Spike obeyed the
grip, touching his lips to Rupert’s. Hot breath fluttered over his skin with each thrust of his body
inside his watcher and he groaned into that mouth. “That’s it, my watcher, that’s it,”

“Spike,” God, he loved that voice saying his name. One more subtle change in the angle and Spike
listened for the lovely gasp on those lips when he nudged the tip of his shaft against that place
inside his Rupert. “Oh, god, Spike!” Nails bit into the skin of his back, muscles tightened around
his erection, driving a breathless gasp from Spike’s throat with the sheer joy of it all. It was
heaven, but still not enough.

//I’ll never get of you,//

***